Hold on a second now, it’s time we left this crowd
I know we’re breaking down, high time we skipped this town
Neither friend nor foe, let’s ‘scape to Mexico
And let the good times roll, till that die’s no more
But it’s four thousand miles away
Somewhere lost in the month of May
Come with me, strike a chord
One more time, before we go
Forget those sojourn tears, until the coast is clear
I said hold on my dear, I feel the time is here
I know we’re fading fast, and that this time will pass
No queens or kings to stash, but our resolve will last
But it’s four thousand miles away
Somewhere lost in the month of May
Come with me, strike a chord
One more time, before we go
But we know this kind of life
Just holding on for dear life
I can’t stand it
That I know
Can’t hardly stand it
It’s time to go
But it’s four thousand miles away
Somewhere lost in the month of May
But it’s four thousand miles away
Somewhere lost in the month of May
Hold on a second now
It’s time we left this crowd
I know we’re breaking down
High time we skipped this town
credits
from Neither Here Nor There,
released October 9, 2015
Alex Garrison - Lead Vocals
Stephen Phillips - Guitar
Mike Bronk - Bass
Jack McKee - Drums
Manuel Miller - Guitar, Synth, Backing Vocals
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